Rick Ross – Million Dollar Trap LYRICS

Back drawin’ again
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, “If you ain’t fuckin’, y’all gotta get out”
Yeah
Ownership, this ain’t no rent out
We ain’t flashing no guns
These niggas gon’ die, we pull that stick out (Y’all gon’ die)

I ain’t tryna throw no ones, tryin’ to take a bitch home, and pay her rent out
Nigga ain’t really nobody, you turn into a body if I put a hit out
Twin bad bitches in a lobby waitin’ for me, I gotta slip out
Heavenly shit on my body, I’m like a virgin who ain’t even been out
Godly

Shorty had surprised me, she said she wanted molly
I keep on swiping this black card, they keep on checkin’ my ID
Most these niggas, they act hard, till shit turn to a robbery
Got real shooters in my backyard and rain things like Kyrie
Okay
One of my hoes wanted bread for some water, I sent her to Bali
My hood lil’ bitch ain’t never seen nothing, get happy when we go to hibachis

Tracker on the car, I move so quick, so fast they can’t even find me
Back on your door, got southside henchmen that’s with me, get real, real slimey (Grimey)
Huh, I’ma give these niggas something they can talk about, okay
My young nigga put on ‘levens just to walk ’em down, okay
Once you say it up, it’s nothing we can talk about, no way
If he hate too much, or pose a threat, I tell my young boys, “Spray”

Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, “If you ain’t fuckin’, y’all gotta get out”
Yeah
Ownership, this ain’t no rent out
Niggas
We ain’t flashing no guns
These niggas gon’ die, we pull that stick out

Break the lab, walk in the jeweler just to pick up bags
Caught a feelin’ and spent a million on your fickle ass
In the bed, I’m getting head with my pen and pad
Winnipeg, arm and a leg when in my candy rag
Seated throne, I feel at home with my Nia Long
Smell like money when you around me, so it’s free cologne

Rich as fuck, to keep it real, bitch, I need some more
Friend or foe, the way I’m moving, will I live to know?
Am I pinnacle? No
Am I cynical? Yes
Am I swimming in dope?
Can you get it for less?
It’s too good to be true, word, so call me collect
Hoes in Coconut Grove, I like calling for sex
Biggest

Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, “If you ain’t fuckin’, y’all gotta get out”
Yeah
Ownership, this ain’t no rent out
We ain’t flashing no guns
These niggas gon’ die, we pull that stick out